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The Nun (2018)
†. plotting / relationship call. like this post for me to reach out about developing a more complex relationship between your muse and valak.
“…I am talking about evil. It blooms. It eats. It grins.”
— Anne Carson, from “The Fall of Rome: A Traveller’s Guide,” Glass, Irony, and God.
plotting / interest call for anyone who might be interested in actually putting together a cult - based thread..,
George Frideric Handel (Georg Friedrich Händel) - Coronation Anthem No 4: Zadok the priest (1727).
plotting / interest call for anyone who might be interested in actually putting together a cult - based thread..,
a concept : valak coercing people into forming a cult so as to acquire a physical vessel
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YOUR BLOOD IS STILL CRIMSON , A SATURATED SLIVER ‘gainst an ivory backdrop . ‘tis with detachment that you watch the incision you made in your skin heal on its own , knitting back together ere the only indication of the cut ever being there are the remnants of blood circling ‘round your wrist / a grotesque bracelet . ‘ just a moment . ‘ pallid fingers pluck at the handkerchief in your breast pocket , the impeccable white cloth staining red . a cold gush of wind you no longer feel sweeps passed you as you open the door , transformed eyes gazing at maria . you are familiar with her yet somehow it appears as if something has shifted . perhaps ‘tis your newfound perceptiveness that allows you to see a darkness that went unseen by weak human orbs . ‘ what can i do for you ? ‘
she smells the blood, and with it is the heavy scent of death. he has been snatched before her very eyes, devoured and changed, purity defaced. it enrages valak --- but the promise of immortality nonetheless carries potential. eternal suffering. what an enticing concept. her brows furrow and she edges closer, one hand resting upon the side of the door as she inches to cross the threshold to his home. “ i.. “ theatricality is an all too common tool for this hellish being. “ i feared something terrible happened to you--- what with your disappearance.. “ she portrays herself as a holy woman, a being of purity. and with such deceit comes bitter irony. concern flashes over the false human’s visage as she gazes at him. “ may i come in? “
Euripides, Bakkhai (tr. Gibbons)
【 @caedees 】 †. there is a threatening, fresh scent to the air --- a promise of rain carried by the wind. a coming storm. beckoned by the breeze, valak has come forth in the very image of normalcy; a lithe woman, dark hair pinned up, her attire modest but tastefully reminiscent of the monster’s ironic habit. with a deceptively slender hand, she knocks on the door. but something feels awry. the presence within is, indeed, malachi, her long - intended prey--- but something has changed. “ malachi--? “ the concern with which she speaks is but a disguise for coldly analytical obsession. a beat follows as she awaits a response. anticipation hangs in the air like a blade waiting to strike. “ it’s maria. i was told i might find you here.. “
i had a dream that valak’s sharp toothy ass was chasing me around my kitchen last night and her habit was on the floor like a snake at my legs, and i want the world to know i blame @avevalak
after some thought i’ve decided to assign a normal faceclaim to valak for some interactions / verses. i’d like to focus more on subtle horror that would otherwise be ruined by excessive use of valak’s demonic appearance, and i think this can only be achieved by maintaining a facade of “normalcy” ( at least for build ups. ) i have a fc in mind but will think it over a bit more before i add to this.
Fright Night (2011), dir. Craig Gillespie
after some thought i’ve decided to assign a normal faceclaim to valak for some interactions / verses. i’d like to focus more on subtle horror that would otherwise be ruined by excessive use of valak’s demonic appearance, and i think this can only be achieved by maintaining a facade of “normalcy” ( at least for build ups. ) i have a fc in mind but will think it over a bit more before i add to this.
50% of me is just "ooooh an a+ spoopy blog" but the other 50% is like "damn girl, exit out this window before a demon gets your christian ass" ANYWAY wkfjdkf i am /this close/ to making a conjuring blog because of you and your spoopy little blog so <3 HAPPY HAUNTING!!
this pleases me So Much because that’s definitely the aesthetic i’m going for here. please. please make a conjuring blog. we need more characters && valak needs some friends. thank you for taking the time to send this, it made my day.